At the end of the day, memories are made

After a long day walking along Loch Lomond, we arrived in Inversnaid, a tiny village on the banks of the lake. I looked up our booking and saw that the Inversnaid Bunkhouse was our destination. “Call for pickup,” said my notes. Minutes later, Nick arrived and drove us up the mountain to a remote building, which was once a church. A Scottish native, he was most welcoming as he showed us to our closet-sized room for four.

After showers, we met our roommate Heather, a young woman from Toronto who is walking the West Highland Way to kick off a several-month European tour. Sue and I went upstairs and shared a bottle of wine while we soaked up the magic of the bar/restaurant, the Top Bunk Bistro, with church-window decor.

Our server was Luna, Nick’s wife, from the Dominican Republic. We spent the evening there, enjoying one of the finest restaurant meals we have ever had in Scotland.

I must say, when I first saw our room, my thoughts were “uh-oh.” So much for first impressions. This will go down as a most memorable stay!

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2 thoughts on “At the end of the day, memories are made”

I can hardly wait for the next message each time I read your blog. What a great way to travel! I loved the blue bells and it reminded me of walking in the woods near my home as a child in Wheeling WVA and finding a field of violets. They were like a carpet of velvet.Keep on trekking. Your thoughts are so entertaining and impressive.